lips touched mine. His mouth was warm and firm, his hand gentle on my neck. I'd kissed him once before, when I thought he was dying on a beach. But that had lasted a second. This was… going on and on. I realized I was getting dizzy, and then realized it was because I hadn't taken a breath yet. It seemed like an hour before we broke apart. We were both breathing raggedly, and I stared into his eyes as if I would find answers there. Which of course I didn't. All I saw was the dancing flames of our small fire.
In the passage, the narrator recalls a moment of intimate contact, describing lips touching and the warmth of a kiss. His mouth feels firm and warm, with gentle touches on the neck, emphasizing the tenderness of the moment. The narrator reflects on a previous, brief kiss when he believed the other person was dying, contrasting that with this longer, more intense experience.
"His mouth was warm and firm, his hand gentle on my neck," highlights the physical intimacy, while realizing he hasn't taken a breath shows the depth of his absorption in the moment. After they finally part, both are left breathless, staring into each other's eyes, but ultimately finding only the flickering flames of their campfire, symbolizing the fleeting yet powerful connection.
